Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs about trying to love two women and only taking one girl home

Nick woke me up this morning with a flat, square package, wrapped in red and gold paper. Jordan had helped him tape it. There was lots and lots of tape.

I have had a lot of birthdays and have received a lot of gifts. But inside this box was one of the best presents I have ever, ever gotten. It made me cry, in the good way.
Nick came across this note from my dad while going through storage boxes, and had it framed for me.

My dad had tried to commit suicide that spring, and was nearly dead when the EMTs found him. He was in the hospital for two months. It was a rough year, although things were better, much better, by the time my birthday arrived.

Coincidentally, this sweet note was written three months before I met Nick. My dad's birthday wish for me came true that year.

My India was hanging out on the bed, and and just after I unwrapped this, my Jordan came running into the room and said, "Happy birthday, Mama!"

I'm loved and lucky. And I hope you are, too.